This is the start of the next story in the Silkie series, inspired by postings by silkygiggles and written with her permission - all contents not previously posted by her are the product of my own imagination.
We never mentioned the events of the night at the Blue Cresent and what followed again. I am certain that Katie was incredibly embarrassed by what she did then and the following day, the others too, so it was never mentioned. As a proper married lady, I found it more convenient to dismiss my wild pre-nuptial romps as just an aberation, a last single girl fling of madness. Over the years, I did, from time to time, glance at a woman and speculate but never for long. Life was busy, marriage was good, for a while, then well ... you know how it is!
So when Julia unexpectedly invited me to stay over, after watching a concert, instead of driving home, I thought nothing of it. In fact, I slept quite soundly, solo, in her spare room, helped by the copious amounts of wine we had consumed the night before, sitting up chatting about this and that. Julia mentioned she had been buying a new outfit, she wanted my opinion on, but that would have to wait for morning, when I could see more clearly. So, when I rolled out of bed at some disgustingly late hour, to the smell of breakfast being prepared, I rapidly did the necessary to make myself minimally presentable and comfortable and went into the breakfast area, wearing a kaftan. I had washed out my knickers from the night before, but they were not quite dry, so that was all I was wearing, except for slippers.
Since Julia was sitting at the breakfast bar, wearing a t-shirt, that just covered her bum, I didn’t feel under dressed at all! The breakfast bar looked out over a small park, full, at this time on a Sunday, of people out jogging, others strolling, walking dogs, ‘Don’t you feel a bit, er, exposed?’, I asked Jules. ‘No, that’s one of the great things about the flat’, she replied with a glint in her eye, ‘the glass is one way, so we can see them clearly and they can’t see us at all. Its brilliant, when it gets too hot to want to wear much clothing’. Her grin made me conjure up picures of jules sitting at the breakfast bar in a pair of briefs and nothing else, suddenly i felt a little stir in my groin.
To chase the images away, I asked, ‘Are you going to show me those clothes, then?’ Jules hesitated for a second, looking rather shy, then said. ‘OK, actually, the thing I really wanted your opinion on was, er, was ...... a bra’. ‘Well lets see then.’ She slipped into her bedroom, presumably to put it on and I sat gazing out of the window, watching a sweet little girl with red hair trying to walk a dog, which I swear was as tall as she was.
‘So, what do you think’, Jules asked, from right besides my chair, I was so adsorbed that I hadn’t heard her come back. When I turned, she was only about a foot away from my nose, her pussy was quivering only a few inches away from my nose, the closest I had been to a proper adult pussy for a long time. I felt my eyes widen, felt that sudden rush of dampness that the sight had once produced in me, wanted to gaze for a long time.
Julia stood there for a second, then said 'Oh,you don't want to look at that' as she moved back. Julia was a big girl and the bra was something else, opaque at the bottom of each cup, thinning progressively so that it was almost transparent at the top. At my first glance I could just see her nipples, but they became rapidly more obvious as they began to stiffen. ‘Wow! That is a great bra, sexy as hell but it supports you properly as well. Super sexy, if you get really excited girl!’. I gestured at her nipples, making her giggle a little. ‘You don’t think its a bit much, you know too revealing’. ‘Come on girl, you’ve got them, they are georgeous, so flaunt them a little, let the rest of the world enjoy them! God, if I was a lesbian, I would really fancy you in that’. I grinned as I said it, realising that I really did fancy her in that or out of it for that matter. Thoughts of Mrs V flooded into my head, my fingers itched to tweak those nipples. She stood there for a few moments, my eyes glued to the still hardening nipples, until she stepped back and put on her t-shirt. As she did, I realised that I recognised the faint scent that suddenly pervaded the air, the scent of a woman, more than slightly aroused. I would place a small bet that she was getting wet down there.
She leaned against the counter, eyes wide, trying to look casual but her hard nipples were thrusting pink nubs against the nearly transparent bra and the light cotton of the t-shirt, making it impossible for me to ignore them. ‘Have you ever, .... you know, .... been attracted to a woman?’ she stammered suddenly, blushing wildly. ‘Sure, i have’, I replied casually, ‘although its a long time since I have done anything about it’. Her eyes widened a little more, ‘You mean you have .... done ‘things’ with a woman?’ ‘Yea, a few times, a long time ago, as I said’. ‘You mean more than just kissing?’, ‘Oh yea, quite a lot more than kissing’, I was thinking back to the episode after the Blue Crescent and now i found myself aroused and blushing a little, found myself needing to stand. ‘What .... I mean .... if you were going to make a move on a woman, well what kind of thing would you do?’ I strolled round behind her, Mrs V’s lessons flooding back into my mind, as I walked up behind her. I took her nipples into my hands and tweaked.
The lack of response probably has more to do with the fact that it's soooooo good, most girlies have had to rush off for a spot of "playtime" with their battery operated friends before posting back..... 
